LETTER FROM LONDON SEPTEMBER 2015
Laughter In The Dark
It has been alleged that, as part of a student initiation
ceremony, the British Prime Minister placed his penis into the mouth of a dead
pig. We are consequently now all engulfed in Pig-Gate,- and surely we have now reached
the stage when for a whole generation there must be puzzlement as to why the
suffix ‘gate’ has to be attached to every political scandal.
In a short story I once wrote
something to the effect that bananas are inherently funny. The same, for
obscure reason, is also true of pigs. Twitter was made for just such a moment
and now you cannot move for pig puns, admittedly having provided more than my
fair share of them myself. The head grows dizzy with a constant play on words, hog,
pig, pork and porky; and so we descend collectively to the playground world of eleven
year old's sharing smutty jokes. All great fun at the expense of a privileged
group, born to rule and to ignore the rules which are never intended to be
observed by the likes of them.
People have expressed surprise that of all Newspapers it is
The Daily Mail, a paper that supports the Conservative Party, that has published
this salacious gossip targeted at David Cameron. I am not, for the Daily Mail
is not conservative but reactionary and the story plays into its highly cynical
anti-politics agenda. Interestingly Ashcroft’s chosen conduit to pour out his
carefully accumulated bile is the truly repellent Isabel Oakeshott, a
‘journalist’ happy to drop her sources in the manure to save her
own skin.
Isabel Oakeshott |
If it is true that Cameron smoked cannabis while a student,
and it sound highly probable, then it provides one more Lego brick of hypocrisy
in the unstable incoherent and ambiguous structure that represents British drug
laws. In truth the privileged cocaine sniffers and inhalers of good quality
Moroccan hashish do not think it safe to allow the oiks to play with such
substances.
It seems that much hilarity has been caused by the fact that
it is alleged that Cameron was listening to Supertramp whilst partaking of the
wacky baccy. Why the sudden snootiness about Supertramp? I
liked/like some of the bands material, indeed ‘Breakfast in America’ is a great
album. True they produced some dross, few bands ever dodge that bullet, and
anyone who produces a lyric like “come on you little fighter, no need to get
uptighter…” is pushing at the boundaries of what is acceptable. The odd thing
is Supertramp were a seventies band and Cameron was a student at Oxford in the
mid-eighties, so that the music he was listening to was already fading rapidly
into that most distant of all periods, the recent past. Nothing wrong with this
of itself, only it somehow fits an image of Cameron desperately seeking to be
cool, to be in the loop, but always falling short. Not that this has made him
suffer in any significant way, his privilege has always cushioned him against
hardship, only wanting to be liked is always a symptom of poverty of ambition.
This might seem a strange thing to say of someone who eventually became Prime
Minister. However why did he want to be PM, because, as he said, he thought that
he ‘would be good at it.’ No vision, no
compelling passion, no drive to make the world a better place, just a desire to
prove himself a competent manager. My Lord I rest my case.
David Cameron |
All this while the ongoing saga of Corbyn’s astonishing
victory in the leadership election, and his performance as Leader of the
Opposition, which wobbles between tragedy and farce, has played out. Apparently
the new Shadow Secretary for Agriculture, is not keen on meat eaters, believing
that they should be segregated and shamed, in exactly the same way as smokers
currently are. That should go down well in rural areas. Meanwhile Saudi Arabia
now heads the UN Human Rights Council and satirists the world over hurl
themselves from high buildings. Laugh, I cannot stop crying.
Of course all this is laughter in the dark helping to keep
grim reality at bay…
AT
September 2015
September 2015